Since Donald Trump started his Second Reich in 2025, all the wrong people are dying.
Mar 22, 2026
(From Iran’s Anadolu Agency, pictures of some of the schoolchildren killed by U.S. bombs in Iran on the first day of the War.)
All the wrong people are dying;
If there’s a God, she’s not even trying
To even the score,
And maybe, just maybe a bit more.
Bob Mueller died this week,
And, before Rigor Mortis arrived,
Trump vomited through his teeth,
That he was glad our hero died.
Are you there God?
That’s your target.
Not Mueller, nor Jesse Jackson,
Nor Virginia Roberts Giuffre,
Nor 168 children in a classroom in Iran.
God, how could you let this happen?
All the wrong people are dying.
But, still breathing and lying,
Are Hegseth, Miller, Trump & Vance,
And anyone who’ll drop their pants
For a few million bucks or strokes or bribes,
Or anything that cleanses the human tribe.
Are you there, God?
They’re your target.
Not the Reiners,
Nor Catherine O’Hara,
Nor half the population of Gaza,
But men in suits, or wearing jackboots,
All the wrong people are dying.
Venality still high-flying
In the form of vampires
Like RFK and Kushner Jr.,
Witkoff, Dumbkopf and Lutnick’s liver;
Bibi, Marco & the terrorist, Ben-Gvir,
Surely you can make them slither,
And pay for the pain they’ve all delivered.
Are you there, God?
They’re your target.
Not Jane Goodall or Country Joe,
Willie Colon or the Dead’s Bob Weir,
Nor anybody Trans or Queer,
Beaten to a pulp by Trolls
Utterly deformed by fear.
When needed most, God, why aren’t you near?
All the wrong people are dying.
If there’s a God, she must be hiding—
Averting her eyes & ears to wailing and crying.
Taking Risa, and Rocco and Redford,
And Caroline Kennedy’s daughter.
Withholding food, medicine & water,
From babies within our own borders,
And Lebanese children, tagged for slaughter.
Are you there, God?
Those innocents are NOT your target;
Unless you are gathering the best around you,
Creating Hell’s Tenth Circle of evil here, on earth,
Governed by ghouls, pedophiles and thieves,
Teaching the rest of us who want to believe,
That justice only comes to those of us who grieve,
The good already gone from us.